Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 970: Official Marriage With Hua Ling

The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the Cloud-Peak Pavilion, casting long beams of light across the floor of the master bedroom. Wang Jian lay on the expansive bed, his arm draped possessively over the waist of his wife, Yue Lingshan. The air in the room was calm, smelling faintly of the sandalwood incense Lingshan preferred, a sharp contrast to the musk-heavy atmosphere of the secret chambers he frequented.

Wang Jian watched the dust motes dance in the light, his mind calculating the next move on the chessboard of the Fragrance Melody Sect. He had conquered the mother and the daughter in the shadows, but shadows were fragile. To truly secure his dominion, to expand his resources without suspicion, he needed to bring at least part of his conquest into the light.

He shifted, his movement stirring Yue Lingshan. She opened her eyes, blinking sleepily before a warm smile spread across her face.

”Husband,” she murmured, snuggling closer into his embrace. ”You are awake early.”

”I have been thinking, Lingshan,” Wang Jian said, his voice grave but gentle. He ran his hand down the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through her silk sleeping robe. ”About our future here. About the garden.”

Yue Lingshan sat up slightly, the sheet pooling at her waist. Her expression turned serious. She knew the importance of the secret cavern beneath the pavilion. It was where Wang Jian used his special wood-attribute energy—the Verdant Eternal Spring Essence—to accelerate the growth of rare herbs. It was their greatest secret, guarded by her most complex formations.

”Is there a problem with the array?” she asked, concern furrowing her brow. ”I checked the nodes yesterday. The spiritual fluctuations are contained.”

”The array is perfect, as always,” Wang Jian assured her, kissing her hand. ”But the cavern... it is too small. My essence is powerful. I could grow fields of Spirit-Heart Grass, acres of Dragon-Blood Ginseng. But we are limited by space and secrecy. We are guests here, Lingshan. If we expand too much, questions will be asked. The Sect Leader might become suspicious of the energy drain.”

Yue Lingshan nodded slowly. ”That is true. Sect Leader Hua Yimei has been generous, but she is still a Sect Leader. She would notice if we started hollowing out the mountain.”

”Exactly,” Wang Jian sighed. ”We need stability. We need to be more than just guests. We need to be family.”

He paused, letting the words hang in the air. He looked deep into her eyes, gauging her reaction.

”Lingshan... I intend to take Hua Ling as a concubine.”

Yue Lingshan froze. She stared at him, her lips parting slightly. It wasn’t shock, exactly—in the cultivation world, powerful men often had multiple partners—but it was a shift in their reality. She knew nothing of his other conquests. To her, she was his only woman.

”Hua Ling?” she repeated softly. ”The Young Sect Mistress?”

”Yes,” Wang Jian nodded. ”She has feelings for me. You have seen how she looks at me since I saved her from the blood arrow. And... I have affection for her as well. She is pure, talented, and kind.”

He took Lingshan’s hands in his. ”But more importantly, it is strategic. If I marry the heir, Hua Yimei becomes my mother-in-law. We become kin. The resources of the Fragrance Melody Sect become our resources. I wouldn’t have to hide my Verdant Eternal Spring Essence as a theft; it would be a contribution to the family. We could expand the garden openly. I could help you, and our... future sisters... cultivate much faster.”

’He is right,’ Yue Lingshan thought, her logical mind warring with a pang of jealousy in her heart. ’If we are family, the Sect Leader will protect us with her life. And Hua Ling is a good girl. She respects me.’

She looked at Wang Jian. He was looking at her with such earnestness, such devotion. She believed him implicitly. She didn’t know that he had already broken the girl in, that he had already ravaged the mother. She saw only a husband trying to secure their future.

”I understand the logic, Husband,” Yue Lingshan said, her voice steadying. ”And I... I do not object to Hua Ling. She is a good choice.”

She leaned forward, her eyes narrowing slightly, a flash of possessiveness in her gaze. ”But you must promise me one thing.”

”Anything,” Wang Jian vowed.

”I am your wife,” she said firmly. ”Your Dao Companion. No matter how many enter this house, no matter if she is a Young Sect Mistress or a princess... I am the first. You must love me the best.”

Wang Jian smiled, a genuine warmth reaching his eyes. He pulled her down onto the bed, hovering over her.

”You are my heart, Lingshan,” he whispered against her lips. ”You were with me when I was nothing. You are the foundation of my house. No one replaces you. Ever.”

He kissed her, and the tenderness quickly ignited into passion. He needed to prove it to her physically. He needed to mark her, to reassure her through the language of the body.

He pushed her robe open, exposing her beautiful body. He didn’t treat her with the degrading roughness he used on Hua Yimei, nor the corrupting gentleness he used on Hua Ling. With Yue Lingshan, it was a rough, familiar, claiming love.

He entered her deeply. Yue Lingshan gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders.

”Show me,” she demanded breathlessly. ”Show me I’m yours.”

Wang Jian obliged. He fucked her with a rhythm that shook the bed. He grabbed her curvy buttocks, kneading the flesh as he drove into her. He knew what she liked. He knew exactly where to touch her to make her unravel.

”Wang Jian...” she moaned, arching her back.

He leaned down and sucked on her breast, his tongue teasing the nipple, making her cry out. He loved her body—it was the body of a woman who had walked through fire with him.

’She suspects nothing,’ Wang Jian thought as he pounded into his wife, feeling her tighten around him. ’She thinks this is a political move. She doesn’t know I’ve already conquered the board.’

He climaxed inside her, a powerful release that left them both breathless and tangled in the sheets.

Yue Lingshan lay against his chest, tracing circles on his skin. ”I will organize the ceremony,” she said softly. ”It should be done properly. If she is to be a concubine, she must enter the door correctly.”

”Thank you, my love,” Wang Jian kissed her hair. ”You are the perfect wife.”

Three days later, the Orchid Palace was draped in red silk.

It was not a grand public affair involving other sects—that would attract too much attention—but a significant internal ceremony. The Elders of the Fragrance Melody Sect were present, standing in rows, their faces beaming with approval. To them, this union cemented the bond between their sect and the mysterious, powerful Alchemist Elder who had saved them.

Wang Jian stood at the altar, dressed in red groom’s robes. He looked striking, his handsome face composed in a mask of solemn joy. Beside him stood Hua Ling. She wore a crimson veil, her hands trembling slightly where they held the red silk ball.

And sitting on the throne, presiding over the ceremony, was Sect Leader Hua Yimei.

She wore her formal robes, repaired and pristine. Her face was a mask of benevolent matriarchy. She smiled as she looked at the couple.

But Wang Jian, and only Wang Jian, could see the tremor in her hands where they rested on her knees. He could see the darkness in her eyes.

’Smile, Yimei,’ Wang Jian projected his thought towards her, a mental whisper that made her flinch invisibly. ’Your daughter is happy. Look at her. Isn’t this what you wanted? You sacrificed your dignity for this moment.’

Hua Yimei swallowed hard. She looked at Hua Ling. Her daughter radiated happiness. Hua Ling believed she was marrying her hero. She didn’t know her mother was his sex slave. She didn’t know her mother had prepared her body for him.

”I give you my blessing,” Hua Yimei announced, her voice steady and clear, projecting to the hall. ”Deacon Wang... treat her well.”

”I will guard her with my life, Sect Leader,” Wang Jian vowed, bowing deeply.

The ceremony proceeded. Hua Ling served tea to Yue Lingshan, acknowledging her position as the First Wife. Yue Lingshan accepted the tea and gifted Hua Ling a jade bracelet, welcoming her as a sister. The hierarchy was established.

As the sun set, the feast concluded. The guests dispersed, leaving the newlyweds to be escorted to the bridal chamber—Wang Jian’s master bedroom in the Cloud-Peak Pavilion.

The door closed, sealing them in.

Hua Ling sat on the edge of the bed, her veil already lifted. Her face was flushed with wine and happiness. She looked at Wang Jian with adoring eyes.

”Husband,” she whispered, testing the word.

Wang Jian smiled. He walked over to the table and poured two cups of wine. ”Wife.”

They drank the nuptial wine. Wang Jian took the cup from her hand and set it aside.

”You have waited for this,” he said softly. ”Tonight, we don’t have to hide. Tonight, it is official.”

Hua Ling stood up. She untied her sash. Her red robes fell to the floor, revealing her naked body. She was beautiful, youthful, and eager.

”Take me, Husband,” she pleaded. ”Love me.”

Wang Jian didn’t need to be asked twice. But tonight, the dynamic was different. This wasn’t the secret, stolen sex of the past. This was ownership.

He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. He stripped off his own robes, revealing his aroused state.

He climbed over her. ”You are going to need your strength, Ling’er. Tonight... I am not going to stop.”

He entered her.

Hua Ling gasped, arching her back. It was tight, but her body welcomed him.

”Oh... yes...”

Wang Jian began to move. But he didn’t set a gentle pace. He set a pace of conquest. He fucked her with a steady, punishing rhythm.

He made her climax within minutes. She screamed his name, clutching the sheets.

But he didn’t stop. He kept going. He stayed hard.

”Again,” he growled.

Round two. Round three.

Hua Ling was overwhelmed. Her cultivation base, though improved, was still only Foundation Establishment. Wang Jian’s stamina was infinite.

”Husband... please... I’m tired...” she whimpered after the fourth round, her body slick with sweat, her pussy swollen and sensitive.

”Not yet,” Wang Jian said, flipping her over. He took her from behind. ”You wanted to be my wife. A wife satisfies her husband.”

He pounded into her. He made her cum until she was dry heaving with pleasure. He filled her with his seed again and again.

By the seventh round, three hours into the night, Hua Ling was barely conscious. Her eyes were rolling back. She was delirious with sensation.

”I love you...” she mumbled, her voice slurred.

Wang Jian delivered one final, earth-shattering thrust. He released his essence into her, flooding her womb.

Hua Ling’s body went limp. She passed out, slipping into a deep, restorative sleep induced by exhaustion and the sheer intensity of the dual cultivation.

Wang Jian pulled out. He stood by the bed, looking down at his new concubine. She looked like a broken doll, beautiful and used.

He wasn’t tired. Not even close. The Stellar Demonic Meridian Scripture had devoured her Yin energy, converting it into fuel. He was buzzing with energy. His cock was half-hard, twitching, demanding more.

He cleaned himself with a spell. He dressed in a loose black robe.

He looked at the sleeping girl. ”Sleep well, Ling’er. You did your duty.”

He turned and walked out of the bedroom. He moved silently through the pavilion, stepping out into the cool night air.

He looked across the gardens toward the Orchid Palace. The lights were out, but he knew she was awake. He knew she was waiting.

He walked to the palace. The formations parted for him—he had the key now. He entered the private wing.

He pushed the door to Hua Yimei’s chamber open.

The room was dim, lit by a single red candle.

Hua Yimei stood by the window. She turned as he entered.

She was not wearing her sleeping gown. She was wearing the outfit Wang Jian had ’requested’ via spiritual message earlier that day.

It was a garment of black, leather-like spirit silk. It was impossibly tight, designed for a woman half her size. It squeezed her body, molding to every curve.

But the most striking feature was the fit around her chest. The fabric struggled to contain her massive breasts. They were pushed up and together, the pale flesh bulging over the top of the black neckline, threatening to burst out with every breath she took. Her nipples pressed against the material, visible as hard points.

She looked like a lewd, captivating witch. A dark reflection of the bride across the courtyard.

She lowered her head, her face burning. ”Son-in-law,” she whispered, the title tasting like ash in her mouth.

Wang Jian grinned, a wolfish baring of teeth. He closed the door and locked it.

”Mother-in-law,” he mocked, walking towards her. ”You dressed up for the wedding night. How thoughtful.”

He stopped in front of her. He reached out and ran a finger along the top of her breasts, tracing the line where the flesh spilled over the fabric.

”Ling’er is asleep,” Wang Jian said, his voice dropping to a gravelly purr. ”She couldn’t handle me. Seven rounds, and she fainted.”

Hua Yimei flinched. Seven rounds? Her poor daughter.

”But you...” Wang Jian grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. He ground his hardening cock against her belly. ”You have the stamina of a Core Formation expert. You can take what she can’t.”

”Please...” Hua Yimei whispered, though she didn’t push him away. She couldn’t. Her body was already reacting, her pussy wetting at his scent. ”It is your wedding night... you should be with her...”

”I am where I want to be,” Wang Jian said. ”You let me marry her. You gave your blessing. Now... you pay the dowry.”

He spun her around. He bent her over the vanity table, forcing her to face the large mirror.

”Look at yourself,” he commanded.

Hua Yimei looked. She saw a voluptuous woman in tight black leather, bent over, her ass presented to the man standing behind her.

”You look like a present,” Wang Jian growled.

He didn’t undress her. He reached for the back of her outfit. There was no zipper, only the fabric.

RRRRIP.

He tore the seat of the pants open. Her large, white buttocks sprang free, jiggling from the release of pressure.

”Perfect,” he murmured.

He freed himself. He didn’t use lubrication; she was already dripping, her body conditioning overriding her mind.

He drove into her.

”AHHH!” Hua Yimei screamed, clutching the edges of the table.

He filled her completely. He was rougher with her than he had been with Hua Ling. There was no gentleness here, only possession.

He pounded into her. Smack. Smack. Smack.

”You love this, don’t you?” Wang Jian taunted, watching her face in the mirror. ”While your daughter dreams of romance, you get the reality. You get the cock.”

”Yes... ah! Yes!” Hua Yimei sobbed, her head falling back. She couldn’t deny it. The feeling of him inside her was the only thing that felt real anymore.

Wang Jian reached around. He grabbed the front of her outfit.

RIP.

He tore the bodice. Her massive breasts sprang out, bouncing free. They were heavy, soft, and warm.

He fondled them roughly, kneading them like dough. He pinched her nipples, twisting them.

”These are mine,” he hissed in her ear. ”No milk for babies. Just pleasure for me.”

”Yours... they are yours...” she moaned.

He increased the pace. He fucked her mercilessly. He hit her deep spot, over and over again.

Hua Yimei’s eyes rolled back. She was close. The shame, the taboo, the physical sensation—it was a cocktail that shattered her control.

”Cum for me, Mother-in-law!”

She screamed into the silence of the room, her body convulsing in a massive orgasm. She clamped down on him, her legs shaking.

Wang Jian roared. He buried himself to the hilt and unleashed his seed. He filled her, pumping load after load of his essence into her womb, reinforcing the shackle, branding her soul.

He leaned his weight on her, panting against her neck.

”That,” he whispered, biting her ear, ”was a good wedding gift.”

He pulled out. He stayed with her for hours, using her again and again, treating her body like an unending banquet. He made her clean him. He made her ride him. He made her thank him.

Finally, as dawn approached, he dressed.

Hua Yimei lay on the floor, surrounded by the torn remnants of her black outfit, naked and covered in his fluids. She looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes. Her mind had cracked further, reshaping itself around his desires.

”Rest, Yimei,” Wang Jian said, patting her cheek. ”I have to go back to my wife. She’ll be waking up soon.”

He left the room, slipping back across the courtyard like a shadow.

He entered the bridal chamber. Hua Ling was still asleep, curled up in the sheets, a smile on her face.

Wang Jian climbed into bed beside her. He pulled the covers up. He closed his eyes, looking the picture of the devoted husband.

When Hua Ling woke up an hour later, she found him holding her.

”Good morning, Wife,” Wang Jian smiled, kissing her nose.

”Good morning, Husband,” she beamed, snuggling into him. ”I slept so well.”

Wang Jian smiled. Across the courtyard, he knew Hua Yimei was currently burning her ruined clothes and washing his scent from her skin, preparing to face the day as the Sect Leader, carrying the secret weight of his seed in her belly.

He had won. The garden was his. The flowers were his. And the harvest would be eternal.